Scion of Sorcery: A Saga Supreme: A Harry Potter/Doctor Strange/Avengers Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own Doctor Strange, Avengers or any of their associated characters. All rights belong to Marvel and Stan Lee. I do not own any other crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their respective creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Sequel to Scion of Sorcery: His birth sparked a road to greater power than anyone could have possibly imagined, but his destiny may change the fate of entire universes…for better or worse? That's up to the Son of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Author's Note: So, don't adjust your screens or look away because…
YES, IT'S TRUE! I'M BACK!
And, just so we're clear…SURPRISE!
I said to some good friends I had a nice surprise in-store for my return and here it is: the SEQUEL to one of my more-successful and interesting crossover ideas, Scion of Sorcery, which, btw, if you haven't read yet, go and do so, otherwise this story won't make much sense.
Also, this story is NOT, in any way, canon of the MCU or anything else; if it were, it'd probably be set Post-Phase-One with everything that followed being AU, including the events of Doctor Strange and without Endgame or Infinity War.
Still, I hope my readers will enjoy this story as much as the previous and, as always…well, I'd think that even after 16 months absence, you know what I say, right?
If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT!
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone that read and enjoyed Scion of Sorcery: my recommended reads are Scion of Sorcery by me, DZ2, Reborn, Raven, Trickshot and Widow's Vengeance by JustBored21, Saviour of Magic by Colt01, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, The Eye of the Phoenix by GrandSpaceWizard, When the Thunder Breaks by WeLonelyOldSouls and A Third Path to the Future by Vimesenthusiast
Key Pairings: Eventual Harry/Astoria/OFC; Stephen/Christine
Other Pairings: To be determined
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'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: Tale of the Tape
Twelve Years Earlier
'Damn these Brits: I knew they were bad, but I never would have thought they were this bad!'
Such was the thought that ran through the mind of Doctor Stephen Strange, the newly-anointed – as of 16 months earlier – Sorcerer Supreme of Earth as he stumbled through yet another Sling Portal, trying and failing to muster up the strength to keep his portal open long enough to reach the London Sanctuary or, even better, Kamar-Taj.
However, every time he tried, his efforts were thwarted by the searing pain that shot through him, all thanks to people he was trying to protect.
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It had been something between a massacre and chaos worthy of a certain horn-helmed Asgardian.
First, Stephen, along with a select group of Masters, had just managed to successfully stop a rogue band of Sorcerers from opening a gateway to the Dark Dimension, which would have allowed Dormammu to pass into this world and do…Agamotto-knows-what with its people and the magical energies that seemed to be omnipresent on Planet Earth.
But then, after rounding up the stragglers and tending to the wounded, Stephen had found himself under attack by a different form of magical threat.
Wizards.
Stick…sorry…wand-waving, Latin-slaughtering so-called practitioners of magic whom, unbeknownst to most of the mundane world, made up about one-third, if not a bit more, perhaps, of its population. Each one of whom also existed in small, pocket communities across the world, governed by bodies of authority whom Stephen had thought knew of his existence, as well as the Ancient One before she'd died, and were in a neutral sort of mindset thanks to a long-running alliance with the ICW and its leader, Archmagus Rameses Wulfgarden.
But no: clearly, this wasn't the way in Britain.
While some of the Aurors – the wizards' equivalent of policemen – had used less-powerful spells to try and subdue the Masters – their so-called efforts also allowing the rogues to escape in the process, Stephen didn't hesitate to add – the Sorcerer Supreme had found himself questioned by a woman – and he used the term very…VERY loosely – who'd only had to hear that he wasn't one of them and she'd snapped.
The thing in Pink had used some form of powerful cutting curse as well as something Stephen hadn't heard of, but certainly felt deep down in his nervous system, before the Sorcerer Supreme's ever-faithful Cloak had come to his aid.
While the sorry excuse for a woman had been confused by the Cloak's actions, as well as the fact it was, apparently, sentient, Stephen used the distraction to open a Sling Portal.
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However, weak as he was thanks to the cutting curse and the other spell used by the pink creature – it had sounded something like Crucio if he remembered rightly – Stephen couldn't get a grasp on his destination, which warped his Ring's transport capabilities and dumped him somewhere that didn't feel, smell or sound like a Sanctuary.
However, he was away from the pink thing and her one-track-minded cohorts, so there was that, he supposed.
And now, with hardly any strength left, Stephen could only fumble and stumble through the dark, alone, vulnerable and…
"Merlin's Beard! Are you okay?"
'Okay, maybe not quite so alone,' thought Stephen, though as he looked up to the source of the voice, the only thing he saw was red.
Red and a flash of green…
So bright…
So beautiful…
So…
Before Stephen could finish his thought, he succumbed to his wounds and the unconsciousness that followed…
Scion II
Eight Years Later
"And that's how I met your Mother."
"Wow," whispered seven-year-old Harrison 'Harry' Strange – or, as many of the British Magical World knew him, Harry Potter – his knees curled to his chest as he sat and listened to his Father regale him with the tale of how he came to be, though not without leaving out certain intimate details.
His name was Stephen Strange, not Tony Stark.
Harry, meanwhile, listened with the same air of rapt attention he always gave his Father: even though it had only been a few days since Stephen had revealed that he was Harry's birth Father, the emerald-eyed scion of sorcery still gave him his full respect, especially since he could also call Stephen by his rightful title of Dad/Father and not Master – or Doctor – as he used to do before that fated day.
With his attention solely focused on his sire, the seven-year-old swallowed hard as he asked, "So, Mum saved you?"
"She would later say that we saved each other, if not I was actually the one that saved her," admitted Stephen, wiping a stray tear from his eye as he looked to his ever-curious-minded son and heir. "But yes: she saved me, healed my wounds and, while I recovered, she even put up wards to keep the Aurors away, especially that foul-minded pink creature."
"Did you ever find out who she was?"
"Yes," said Stephen, shivering with a mixture of dread and disdain as he explained, "When I described her to Lily, she pulled a face worthy of anyone finding themselves on the receiving end of Tony Stark's sarcastic remarks."
Harry giggled at that reference, having been babysat by the billionaire superhero several times before, though now he knew why Uncle Tony had always been so happy to receive him, while Stephen continued his tale, "According to Lily, her name was Dolores Umbridge and, from what I heard from Rameses before raising you, it was her anonymous suggestion that saw me become a criminal in the eyes of the British Ministry."
"And you wonder why I accepted you as my Dad so easily, Dad," drawled Harry, earning a soft chuckle from Stephen, who tousled his son's hair fondly, even as Harry asked, "So, Mum saved you and healed you…is that when you…um…how did Uncle Tony put it?"
"You even think of repeating any of Stark's so-called gospel and you'll be banned from any trips to visit the Avengers Tower for a month, Harrison Strange!" growled the Sorcerer Supreme, earning a look of surprise and childish innocence from his son that should have worked.
And, on any ordinary Father, it might have done.
But the Sorcerer Supreme wasn't a normal Father, nor was his son a normal boy by anyone's standards.
"However," added Stephen, making a mental note to jinx Stark's suits the next time they met while he also reined in his ire as he continued his tale for his son's benefit, "To answer your question, yes, it was soon after she healed me that we did what we did to bring you into the world. And, in case anyone else ever says different, I can and will promise you now, Harry; Lily was willing and just as drawn to me as I was to her, though, even to this day, I never figured out why that was. You see, even with her magical oaths of marriage to James Potter, Lily was the one to make the first move and, when she did, it lit a fire under me that brought me closer to her. As a result, we spent the night together as only grownups can, but, the next morning, Lily and I both agreed we had to part ways."
"Because she was sorry that she might hurt my…um…James Potter?"
"Your adoptive Father, yes," said Stephen, smiling softly at his son's attempt to keep the peace between them, even though Stephen suspected it had to be difficult for a seven-year-old to try and differentiate between a Dad who'd raised him and a Dad who'd died for him.
"But she didn't know…um…that I was…in her belly?"
"Neither of us did," said Stephen, again cursing Stark – if it was Stark – for giving his son the step-by-step explanations for more adult situations.
Still, at least it'd make The Talk easier when he became a teenager.
"But then, the day you were born, my own mystical energies came alive, in a way I'd only ever felt when I was drawn to Lily; in that instance, I felt a strong sense of responsibility and caution, both of which led me to make the pact with Rameses, both for your protection and in the hopes that you could be given the same gentle, but also-firm guidance in your own abilities that I had studying under the Ancient One."
"And Master Rameses agreed to teach me some stuff too, right, Dad?"
"He did; it was a condition of the pact being sealed," explained Stephen, stretching up tall for only a moment as he added, "Of course, at the time, I only let it be used as a Last Resort. Because of the threats I have to deal with, both in and out of my time with the Avengers, I wasn't sure I was even ready to be a Father."
"Plus you have a girlfriend in Chrissy, right?"
"Harry…"
"You promised!"
Stephen didn't know whether to swat his son upside the head or tousle his hair again and laugh; instead, he folded his arms as he went on, "My point is that, when you arrived in Kamar-Taj, I still wasn't ready and, even though I had my promises to keep, I now had my duty as a Father to juggle with my responsibilities as Sorcerer Supreme."
"You're still the best Dad ever!" insisted Harry, his green eyes shining brightly even as he shrugged before he added, "Even if it did take a long time for you to tell me, you never did anything to send me away or keep me away like she did when you asked her to teach you. And you let me spend all summer with Uncle Tony, Aunty Nat and even Mr Fury and Mr Coulson, though I think Mr Fury passes me onto Coulson cause he can't handle my magical power or how much he says I'm like you and Uncle Tony's worse parts put together."
"Is that right?" asked Stephen, though he felt his heart warm up at the way Harry showed such devotion and even love for the Father he'd only known about for such a short time.
In that sense, he was definitely Lily's kid…
"Well, I'll have to have a word with Nick about shirking his duties, especially with how he goes off on one every time I don't call in SHIELD to help deal with a new magical threat."
Rather than laugh or even show worry at what might happen, Harry yawned before Stephen, seeing the tiredness, sighed softly as he added, "All right, that's enough stories for tonight: come on, get to bed."
"I'm not tired!"
"Harry, we had a deal."
"You broke your promise about Chrissy!"
Sighing again, Stephen moved his son under the covers, practically wrestling with him to lie down before, sensing he wouldn't win this battle without a little magical aid, the Sorcerer Supreme changed tack, "If I promise to ask Stark for a recommendation on a fancy restaurant to take Dr Palmer to, will you go to sleep?"
"Can Uncle Tony babysit me?"
"Yes…" groaned Stephen, rolling his eyes in a way that showed Harry he wasn't really disappointed.
He was just being a Dad.
And, judging by how the next thing he heard was a sleepy voice mutter night Dad, Stephen guessed it had worked.
Placing a chaste kiss on his son's brow, Stephen tucked Harry in as he whispered, "Sleep well, my little magician."
Then, without so much as a whisper of his true power, Stephen slipped out of his son's bedroom, though not before he moved to put the usual alert enchantments and protections around Harry's bedroom door.
Once that was done, Stephen put a hand to his heart while he closed his eyes, allowing another tear to roll down his cheek as he whispered to the emptiness around him.
"Lily…I have to keep my promises…especially to our son…I only hope you can forgive me when we see each other again."
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Present Day
Eleven-year-old Harrison James Stephen Strange-Potter – known to the alumni of Hogwarts as Harry Strange – felt a sad smile cross his face as he opened his eyes and looked out across the Black Lake of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Ever since reuniting with Sirius and Remus – and finally breathing a sigh of relief at how there was at least one British Wizard who heard his Father's name, or Tony Stark's, and knew who they really were and not the criminal the Ministry painted Stephen as – Harry had been a little bit conflicted about his own thoughts and ideas. However, upon returning to Hogwarts, after his little confession in front of his parents' graves – Lily and James Potter – Harry had also spent a little time thinking about things leading up to his own 'return' to British soil.
This had led to him remembering the day his Father had told him everything about how Stephen Strange had met Lily Potter and the events that had followed that chance encounter.
Events that resulted in his birth, a wizard with more power than any of them, a Sorcerer with the potential to be even greater than the Sorcerer Supreme and then some, and a friend to those who earned it.
As for everyone else? Well, that was what Uncle Tony's lessons in 'dealing with the annoyances' were for, weren't they?
As Harry smiled at the thought that crossed his mind, the young Sorcerer felt a cool breeze waft across the lake before, as Harry considered using the lake and the area around it for a bit of special training, he suddenly sat bolt upright when a new feeling of alertness crossed his mind.
A feeling of alertness that came from the relic held inside of him, behind his unusually-bright emerald-green eyes.
After only a moment, however, Harry relaxed as he smiled knowingly before, closing his eyes, he spoke to the nothingness around him.
"You might as well show yourself; I know you're there."
Nearby, behind the tree where Harry was sat, the air seemed to ripple, though not before it revealed a figure that, if the majority of the people in the world saw them, they might either start throwing punches, firing bullets or looking for the nearest weapon.
Harry, however, held no such aggressions towards the individual who'd interrupted his musings.
Instead, he just smiled as he looked up at the emerald-green-clad figure standing in the shadow of the tree, their own green eyes looking down at his from beneath a head of sleek dark hair that framed a pale, pointed face, which suggested nobility, as well as power and warning contained within the newcomer's facial features.
At that moment, however, the stranger's nobility and cold, caution-filled looks were replaced by a humorous air as he clicked his tongue before he addressed Harry with a cool, slight drawl that was laced with amusement and power.
"Have I ever told you how much I hate that relic of yours, little one?"
Smiling in response, Harry drew himself up from his seated position, brushing down his clothes even as he looked to the newcomer with an air of fondness that could have almost been described as brotherly as he responded to the question.
"At least once more every time we see each other, Loki."
Then, while the newcomer laughed in amusement, Harry took the opportunity to hug him, earning a warmer laugh from Loki Odinson, once the Forsaken Prince of Asgard and bane of the Avengers as he returned the embrace with the same fraternal warmth shown in his smile.
"Well," said the Lord of Tricksters, releasing Harry from the embrace as he looked him up and down.
"Let me look at what you've let these wizards turn you into, my silver-tongued disciple."
So, the adventure begins again and, wow, talk about a big bang to start the fun and madness that is to come: for one, how does Harry know everyone's favourite Lord of Chaos and Trickery and why does Loki call him disciple?
Also, could Stephen be right about there being more to what brought him and Lily together?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: When Harry Met Loki: how a fallen prince and forsaken son really redeemed himself and earned a somewhat rocky relationship with a powerful sorcerer…and his Father;
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